Chapter 58

"Hey... This is heavy stuff, not suitable for young boys!"

At this moment, Lu Jun let out a sinister laugh and said to Tao Ruoxiang, who was standing nearby, "From the moment you entered the school, you were the campus beauty of our South China United University. I've dreamed of doing this with you—Qin Lang, are you planning to let us go, or are you going to help me out?"

"You are shameless! A scoundrel!" Tao Ruoxiang spat in Lu Jun's face.

But at this point, Lu Jun had already revealed his true nature. He wiped the spit from his face and even licked his lips: "The saliva of a beautiful virgin is sweet! You're right, I am a scoundrel! But if I were a good person, at my age, with no background and no money, could I have become the director? Do you know that I spent 800,000 yuan to buy this position from Boss An!"

"Enough, Brother Lu, we can reminisce later! This woman is already poisoned, and from now on, she will be at your disposal." An Desheng interrupted Lu Jun and turned his gaze to Qin Lang, "Young brother, have you made your choice? Are you going to watch your beautiful teacher suffer, or let her leave with us?"

"I... I'll kill you!"

Qin Lang let out a roar and lunged at An Desheng, but his steps were unsteady, and his punches seemed weak, clearly showing the effects of the poison and his last burst of energy.

A look of disdain flashed in An Desheng's eyes as he prepared to kick Qin Lang away. If not for the fear of the snakes and insects around them, An Desheng would have killed Qin Lang on the spot.

But at that moment, a cunning glint appeared in Qin Lang's eyes. As he approached An Desheng, he suddenly attacked, slashing at An Desheng's chest with the mantis knife. It was as swift as a bolt of lightning, and he showed no signs of being injured!

"Damn!"

An Desheng didn't expect the seemingly dying Qin Lang to suddenly become so fierce. However, as a true martial artist, An Desheng's decades of training were not for nothing. Despite being deceived by Qin Lang, his body instinctively recoiled backward at the moment Qin Lang's palm knife struck his chest, reducing the impact. Still, Qin Lang left a long, bloody gash on An Desheng's chest and made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

An Desheng didn't have time to wonder why Qin Lang, who was poisoned by snake venom, was still so fierce. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, using the vicious and cunning snake fist to the utmost. He only needed to delay for a moment, and once Tao Ruoxiang's poison took effect, Qin Lang would beg him for the antidote!

But An Desheng was too optimistic. Suddenly, Qin Lang shouted, "An Desheng, watch my ultimate move of the mantis fist—Mantis Catching Cicada!"

Ultimate move!

An Desheng was slightly taken aback, thinking, "What's this kid doing, warning me before using his ultimate move?" Despite his confusion, his movements became even more cunning and swift, giving Qin Lang no chance at all!

But at that moment, Qin Lang made a fist, seemingly about to strike An Desheng's face with the mantis fist. When An Desheng raised his hand to block, Qin Lang suddenly opened his fist, and a blood-red light shot out from his palm. Before An Desheng could see what it was, he felt a sudden coolness in his eyes, and the world seemed to close its doors to him!

An Desheng couldn't see anything!

He was blind!

Mantis Catching Cicada was Qin Lang's ultimate move, but there was no cicada. Instead, a blood-red mantis appeared in his palm.

A seductive and sharp blood-red mantis!

The blood mantis blinded An Desheng's eyes!

An Desheng swung his fists wildly, trying to kill Qin Lang, but without his vision, he had no idea where Qin Lang was!

"An Desheng, do you feel a tingling sensation in your eyes?" Qin Lang's voice sounded close to An Desheng's ear, yet distant and ethereal, "If it's tingling, that's a sign of poisoning, you know?"

"I'll kill you!" An Desheng, now blind, raged and clawed around wildly, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Qin Lang's clothes.

An Desheng was no longer a threat, and Qin Lang's gaze fell on Lu Jun.

At this moment, Lu Jun and the others had already drawn their guns.

After seeing Qin Lang's skills, who would dare to engage him in hand-to-hand combat?

"Lu Jun, I won this bet. I'll give you one chance: let Tao Teacher go, and I'll spare your life," Qin Lang said to Lu Jun.

"Ha! That was your bet with An Desheng!" Lu Jun sneered, "Our skills may not match yours, but we have guns! We have hostages! So, you should listen to me! Let us go down the mountain. Once I safely leave Xiaoyang City, I'll release Tao Ruoxiang!"

"It seems you've chosen death!" Qin Lang sneered.

"You're the one who's going to die!" Lu Jun roared, "Don't forget, I have a gun—"

But before Lu Jun could finish his sentence, a red light swiftly cut across his neck, and blood gushed out. He had no chance to fire his gun and could only struggle to cover his neck. The other men met the same fate, their carotid arteries seemingly cut by some sharp object!

"Ghost... ghost... hahaha..."

Lu Jun's eyes were wide open, filled with terror, unsure if he was afraid of Qin Lang's mysterious methods or the approach of death.

Then, Qin Lang inserted a pill into An Desheng's mouth. It was a Turtle Breath Pill, which couldn't cure the poison but would make An Desheng sleep like a dead person, slowing his heartbeat and blood flow so that he wouldn't die immediately from the blood mantis' venom. Only this way could Qin Lang ensure the completion of Old Poison's task.

Otherwise, if An Desheng died, Qin Lang's task from Old Poison would be impossible to complete.

Ensuring that An Desheng wouldn't die for a while, Qin Lang called Old Poison: "Old Poison, An Desheng is taken care of. Come to the top of Qingyun Mountain yourself."

"Hmph, brat! That guy is already poisoned and half-dead!" Old Poison snorted, "But your 'ultimate move' was impressive!"

"How did you know?" Qin Lang seemed to realize, "You were nearby!"

Old Poison had been there all along. Knowing this, Qin Lang didn't feel angry that Old Poison hadn't intervened; instead, he felt a bit warm inside. Qin Lang knew Old Poison's temper well. Old Poison's presence was not to mock him but to ensure his safety. Old Poison might not care about Tao Ruoxiang or others, but he cared about Qin Lang, his true disciple.

"So what? Did you want me to bring a half-dead guy to you?" Old Poison snorted again.

"You didn't say he had to be alive and kicking. Besides, as long as he's still breathing, you can still get the information you want from him, right?" Qin Lang argued.

"You have a point. Consider this half a task completed. Get lost!" Old Poison hung up.

Qin Lang hung up the phone and hurried to take Tao Ruoxiang away, but at that moment, Tao Ruoxiang suddenly let out a moan that made Qin Lang's heart race.